Lost in the Snow By Harrison Pyros Poor little Susie was lost in the snow. Meaning she didn’t know which way to go. She trudged along in the sea of white, Trying to get away from this threatening plight. She thought it would be fun to explore the cold woods. With nothing but a jacket and the trees acting like hoods. But, oh, was she wrong. And this idea did cost. Because soon little Susie was terribly lost. Hadn’t she just passed that bush that looked like a two? And why were Susie’s lips turning a dark shade of blue? Why did her breath come out in a wispy fog? And why was she shaking like a small hairless dog? Her legs were tired, and she leaned against the bark And noticed that the woods were beginning to get dark. Her eyelids were heavy and she wanted to sleep, But she fought back the urge to count those fluffy sheep. But soon, she laid down for some much needed rest, And pressed her jacket against her now freezing chest. She thought: I’ll continue tomorrow. I’m done for the night. And tomorrow I’ll start up again at the first light. So she closed her eyes and let out a breath. Later that night, Susie froze to death.
By Harrison Pyros
Poor little Susie was lost in the snow.
Meaning she didn’t know which way to go.
She trudged along in the sea of white,
Trying to get away from this threatening plight.
She thought it would be fun to explore the cold woods.
With nothing but a jacket and the trees acting like hoods.
But, oh, was she wrong. And this idea did cost.
Because soon little Susie was terribly lost.
Hadn’t she just passed that bush that looked like a two?
And why were Susie’s lips turning a dark shade of blue?
Why did her breath come out in a wispy fog?
And why was she shaking like a small hairless dog?
Her legs were tired, and she leaned against the bark
And noticed that the woods were beginning to get dark.
Her eyelids were heavy and she wanted to sleep,
But she fought back the urge to count those fluffy sheep.
But soon, she laid down for some much needed rest,
And pressed her jacket against her now freezing chest.
She thought: I’ll continue tomorrow. I’m done for the night.
And tomorrow I’ll start up again at the first light.
So she closed her eyes and let out a breath.
Later that night, Susie froze to death.